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At least it’s not snowing

With the weather cool and rainy, Bob opts for an indoor supervisory role.

One fine day

Everything that is Montana in the Spring is in this photo: green grass and trees, blue sky, white clouds…dark clouds, snow rapidly retreating from the mountain tops.

The air is as clear and clean as it looks. A breeze comes up off and on and the dark clouds skirt the mountain tops but at noon, when Karl and I walked it felt like the late Spring day that it was.

A day a little warm in the sun for a black dog who isn’t quite rid of his winter undercoat. He’s waiting for me in a spot of shade.

Meanwhile, back at the house…

Mr. Bob gets a somewhat slower start to his Monday.

One fine day all around :)!

My desk faces east, in the sunroom with large windows all around. I am a morning person, usually up by 5:00 a.m. This time of year, it is just getting light as sunrise is just before 5:30. Sitting at my desk, I watch the sky slighten behind the mountains of the Swan Range, filtered by a bit of my woods.

To the west, the sunroom has both a window and a sliding glass door. The door leads to an alcove of grass in a corner made by the sunroom, which is tacked on to the end of the house. In that corner, shaded by a large Ponderosa Pine, is a small lilac bush and a patch of Lily-of-the-Valley. The Chair sits there. Karl likes to lie just beyond the big pine and keep watch over the ravine that is also an active game trail.

Earlier this week, on a gloomy, drippy morning, I brought a few sprigs of the lily-of-the-valley inside to sit on my desk. That pretty little cruet, the warm light from the little desk lamp, the perfect little blossoms…the little things.

The color of the woods

The sunshine that started yesterday morning lasted all day. The air was clean and clear. In the Spring, on days like yesterday, the color of the woods shines as bright as the sun.